Synonym Burned Novels & Stories

Giselle He was sin dressed in Armani. The kind of man mothers warn you about and daughters dream about anyway. The moment his eyes hooked mine, I knew I was damned. Sexy, lethal, a wolf in a tailored suit—Nicholas was temptation wrapped in cruelty. Every instinct screamed run, but desire chained my feet to the fire. Our chemistry didn’t just spark—it detonated, burning through reason until I was his. But love with the devil always comes with a price. And when Nicholas shattered me, he didn’t just break my heart—he fed it to his enemies. Turns out I was never his queen. Just another pawn bleeding on his chessboard. Nicholas She was the one thing this cursed world couldn’t give me—an angel. The moment she looked at me, I claimed her. Fragile, pure, the soft to my savage. She was light, and I was hell, and somehow we collided. But angels can lie too. With her betrayal, she cracked my armor wide open. I raged, I burned, and then—she was stolen from me. Now my veins pump vengeance. My enemies will choke on their own screams for daring to touch what’s mine. Let heaven tremble and hell prepare—because I will scorch this world until my angel is back in my arms.

After the great war between humans and beasts, both sides agreed to let the half-beasts govern the world. Every hundred years, a union between humans and beasts would be arranged. The first half-beast child of the generation would be the next ruler of the Human-Beast Alliance. In my past life, I chose to marry the eldest son of the wolf clan, renowned for his unwavering devotion. I was the first to bear him a child—a rare half-beast white wolf. Our son was named the next ruler of the Human-Beast Alliance, and my husband, by extension, rose to immense power. My younger sister, who had chosen to marry into the fox clan out of vain admiration for their beauty, was not so fortunate. The fox clan's heir, a notorious philanderer, eventually contracted a disease and lost his ability to father children. Jealous and resentful, my sister set a fire that burned both me and my young white wolf son alive. When I opened my eyes again, it was the very day of the human-beast mating ceremony. This time, my sister was quicker—she climbed into the wolf clan heir Jacob's bed before I had the chance. I knew then: she had been reborn too. But what she didn't know… was that Jacob's nature was cruel and violent. He worshiped bloodshed, not love. And he was anything but a worthy mate.

My younger sister was crazy about novels and always envied the way ordinary heroines pick up penniless heroes and climb the social ladder. So, she started picking up men wherever she could. Until one day, a man with a face covered in sores collapsed at our doorstep. I instantly recognized the signs of syphilis and warned my sister repeatedly, and only then did she give up the idea. However, fate had other plans: my sister's best friend "picked him up" instead and married into a wealthy family. My sister held a grudge. On my birthday, she locked me in my room and set it on fire. No matter how desperately I begged, she refused to open the door. Outside, she sneered: "I know you're just scared I'll live better than you, so you want to drag me down into misery with you. People like you don't even deserve to be a sister!" I burned alive, my body reduced to nothing but ashes. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day my sister insisted on "picking up that man." This time, I quietly stepped back, letting her have her way—of course, I chose to let her succeed.

Lucien Dravon does not forgive. He built his pack from nothing after the Oakshade Packs burned everything he loved to the ground. Six years later, he is still waiting for the right moment to finish what they started. Then the High Council hands him a choice, take the enemy Alpha's daughter as his bonded mate, or watch everything he rebuilt fall apart. He chooses the alliance. He tells himself it is a strategy. He is wrong. Alira Vael has spent her whole life paying for her father's sins with her silence. She is not a fighter. She is not a schemer. But she walks into Ashveil carrying something far more dangerous than a weapon, and she has been waiting years for the right person to give it to. The moment their hands touch, fate makes a decision neither of them asked for. He wants to hate her. She already knows why. But the longer she stays, the more his walls crack. And the more his walls crack, the closer she gets to the secret that could either end the blood feud between their packs, or light it back on fire. He swore to destroy her family. She came to help him do it. So what happens when the enemy you were built to hate turns out to be the one person who was always on your side?

Genesis Walker is a ghost wearing a perfect smile. Years ago, her world burned her pack slaughtered, her family torn from her, and her name erased from existence. From the ashes, she rebuilt herself into something far more dangerous than the girl she used to be. Now, she’s back. Cold. Calculated. Untouchable. And standing at the center of her revenge is one man Alpha Lucien Varkas. Feared by all. Ruled by none. A monster in power and silence. Infiltrating his world was supposed to be simple. Earn his trust. Get close. Destroy him from within. But nothing could have prepared her for the moment their eyes meet… Because the man she came to ruin is the one fate has bound her to. Her mate. Refusing the bond, Genesis plays a deadly game one where desire and deception blur, and every step closer to Lucien threatens to unravel everything she’s built. But Lucien is not a man easily deceived. Behind his cold, emotionless exterior lies a past as dark as her own and a growing obsession that refuses to let her go. As buried truths rise and enemies close in, Genesis must decide: Will she complete her vengeance… Or will she fall for the Alpha she was never meant to love?

Kyra wasn’t looking for redemption. Just a roof over her head. A fake name. A place where she could hide from the men who used her, broke her, and discarded her. When she agrees to work as a nanny for little Julie, she finds a peaceful routine — until the girl’s father comes home. Liam Blackthorne. A billionaire. A widower. Brutally handsome. Cold as ice — and twice as lethal. He didn’t want a nanny. He wanted silence, control, and distance. But Kyra… she challenged him just by breathing. With those eyes that hid pain. With the submissive way he recognized from afar. She had scars — but his knew exactly how to speak to hers. And that’s how the game began… Words whispered in the dark. Orders she didn’t dare disobey. Punishments that burned more in the soul than on the skin. Liam didn’t just touch her body. He invaded her mind, her will, her weaknesses. He broke her slowly — only to rebuild her in the image of what he desired. But there are too many secrets between them. And some, if revealed, may be too cruel to be forgiven. Kyra was trained to obey. But Liam wants more than obedience. He wants total possession. And he accepts nothing less than everything.

"You'll be a good girl for me, won't you? "he adds, his eyes darting across my face as he pushes himself further into me. All the will I had to question what had suddenly changed has left me. He was all that mattered.  Something deep in my soul told me that tonight wasn't our typical adventure.  He was aware that our days were numbered, even if I had no intentions of stopping our secret affair. This sent flutters through my stomach as he pulled out and slammed back into me. I would be married to another in just a few short months, but tonight would be burned into my brain forever. Annora is the heir to the Fae Throne. Her mother died at birth, and her father became ill when she was a teenager. As a result, her father has created a tournament in which Fae leaders he deems worthy must undergo challenges to win his daughter's heart and the throne alongside her. The problem is that Annora has already fallen in love with another—a forbidden love with a man who eventually becomes her stepbrother, making things all the more complicated in a world that she is already lost in. As the kingdom begins to crumple and hearts tangle, can Annora find the strength to be true to herself, her heritage, and her fated mate?

My sister and I married into wealthy families at the same time and became glamorous society wives. She had been childhood sweethearts with her husband, a CEO who was admired and respected by all. On the surface, their marriage was harmonious and respectful. But three years after the wedding, she got drunk one night and tearfully confessed to me. "Carrie… he's seeing someone else. He even has a love child now. They've been together longer than we've been married. He's been lying to me all this time. I'm just a joke to him." My eyes burned, brimming with unshed tears. "Actually… Kai's cheating too. He even bought his mistress a luxury car." We cried together all night. Gradually, our sorrow slowly turned into cold, clear resolve. "I don't want that bastard anymore, Carrie." "It's okay, Rachel. If you're walking away, I am too. I don't want my scumbag husband either." After a long talk, we made our final decision: Since this life wasn't working, we'd disappear. We'd leave it all behind and vanish without a trace.

Betrayed by the man she loved. Broken by the pack she called home. Burned alive for carrying his child. Nira thought her story ended the night Alpha Bren chose another woman, ripped her unborn son from her body, and cast her into the flames. But the Moon Goddess had other plans. She awakens in the dark forest, her body scarred, but her heart revived in the rhythm of vengeance, stirring with hot rage. And rage demands blood. On the other side of the border waits Hozrik Nightbourne, Bran's banished uncle, the beast Alpha, the devil whispered about in fireside tales. Dangerous, ruthless, and untamed. A man who made absolutely no apology for his darkness. Now he stands as the only person capable of giving her what she wants. To reclaim her dignity, her vengeance, her throne as Luna, Nira must strike a bargain with the devil himself. But alliances forged in fire are not easily contained. Hozrik’s hunger is primal, his eyes burn with a desire that sees past her scars, past her pain, and straight into the fury that makes her stronger than she has ever been. And just when she has her fill? There is more at play when a greater evil graces the land.

My parents were branded as "traitors" within the Lucchese family. To show the family's mercy, I was taken in as their "sacrificial lamb" to atone for my parents' sins, and I lived with them for 12 years. Those 12 brutal years would have been unbearable if not for one thing: the Don, Antonio Lucchese, had twin heirs who became my only protection. Until that night, when they believed Martina Browne's lies about me and handed me the execution poison known as "The Vow of Silence." "Drink it, Chiara Colombo." Dante Lucchese's voice was cold, his eyes fixed on me. "Prove your loyalty to the Lucchese family." I drank the poison, and it burned through my throat like acid. Through my blurred vision, I watched as his twin brother, Enzo Lucchese, pulled the real traitor close to him. He said coldly, "Take Chiara to the infirmary. Don't let her die in the banquet hall." The day I was released from the hospital, I made a phone call to the Lucchese family's deadliest rival. My voice was hoarse as I spoke each word slowly. "I have evidence that could bury the entire Lucchese family. Marry me, and I'll help you destroy them."